Ouyang Feng was indeed watching a live stream, specifically a talk show, when he ate a poisonous 7D-printed tomato and got poisoned.
The advertisement had already been purchased beforehand. Once the streamer became addicted, Huo Jiujian had the news flash replayed in various live streaming rooms.
Of course, the "Chasing the Wind Boy" streamer showed this news alert many times to ensure that every viewer saw it.
Sure enough, within just a few minutes, the number of viewers in this "hilarious" live streamer's room surged to over three million, and even the amount of money donated skyrocketed.
A live broadcast of a glycolic acid poisoning incident—while a brutal method, it certainly provides ample sensory stimulation. Ouyang Feng felt it was time to say something.
I have been warning everyone that 7D-printed fruits and vegetables that have undergone detoxification privately contain fruit acids, which can be fatal at any time. I hope everyone will take this as a warning and purchase detoxified canned fruits and vegetables from official channels.
A single comment, displayed with exclusive comment privileges, is even more noticeable than the thought-based comments that come with the streamer's aura.
Upon seeing Ouyang Feng emerge, the streamer's survival instincts surged again, and he immediately sent out telepathic messages: {Please, someone give me an antidote! Please, someone give me an antidote!}
[Furthermore! I must strongly condemn the despicable behavior of "Chasing the Wind Boy." It can be said that the streamer's death from poisoning is inseparable from "Chasing the Wind Boy's" irresponsible words and actions. I hope everyone will join me in condemning him.]
Ouyang Feng ignored the streamer's request for the antidote and continued to express his own opinion.
This person is unlucky no matter what; their existence is meant to show everyone the consequences of buying printed fresh fruit and virus-free preserved fruit from private shops. After all, there have been official warnings that products from private shops lack quality and safety guarantees and have a high probability of causing death.
However, among the more than three million viewers, although many were convinced by the shocking poisoning process witnessed by the streamer that they would never buy food from private shops again, many others had other thoughts.
[@OuyangFengzi, stop with the nonsense and give me the antidote!]
Whether or not to condemn them is a matter for later; right now, let's try to save this streamer if possible.
Failure to provide assistance is the most reprehensible offense.
[Actually, I don't know what the intention was in removing the antidote pills from the shelves in the first place.]
Isn't the intention obvious enough? They just can't stand seeing others do well.
[The antidote incident further suggests that the fruit acid poisoning was intentional; otherwise, why would only one company be able to produce the antidote?]
Suddenly I realize the insight above is the truth!
【Detox Pill! Antidote pill! Antidote pill! 】
Why can permanent residents of safe zones arbitrarily remove essential products like antidote pills from shelves?
[As mentioned above, they are permanent residents of the safe zone, privileged residents.]
This strengthened my resolve to rely on government officials.
[Thanks to the money I earned from selling fresh fruit, I'm going to sign up too]
The more people apply, the lower the acceptance rate, right? They only admit about five or six people each time.
How will you know there's no chance if you don't try? Rather than being a couch potato in quarantine for the rest of your life, it's better to take the plunge.
I think I'll just go to the "Ah Xiang's Immigration Safe Zone" (a popular immigration service).
Seeing that everyone had been talking about the antidote but suddenly veered off-topic, Huang Dou, who was suffering terribly from the poison, sent another telepathic message in the livestream chat: {Antidote! I need the antidote!}
I have the antidote.
Suddenly, a special comment popped up.
Everyone immediately noticed that the wealthy person in the safe zone who posted the comments hadn't hidden their ID; it was none other than "Green Prince" Lin Sen.
How could Lin Sen possibly have an antidote for fruit acids?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Huang Dou had grasped at a straw and hurriedly said, "Green Prince, save me! Please give me the antidote!"
[@GreenPrince, what do you mean by this?]
Ouyang Feng was caught off guard by this.
The agreed-upon plan didn't include Lin Sen suddenly appearing and claiming to have an antidote. This "foolish fool" will inevitably die a painful death. Only his death will have enough deterrent effect to prevent people from buying privately printed fresh fruit and detoxified preserved fruit.
Lin Sen ignored Ouyang Feng's questioning; as always, he did things his own way, and continued to post a response to everyone:
[I only have this one antidote, and I'm keeping it in case I accidentally get infected myself. I'm a little reluctant to sell it.] Lin Sen posted another message.
This comment has multiple meanings. First, it reveals the origin of the antidote: it's the legendary hoarding of the wealthy. For them, 300,000 yuan is nothing; they hoard one whenever they feel like it, regardless of its usefulness. Second, there's only one, so they won't easily give it away. This is awkward—it's like showing a drowning person a lifebuoy but not being able to get it. Finally, and not entirely outright, is the phrase "a little reluctant," meaning this isn't entirely off-limits.
But it's clear that Lin Sen isn't short of money; he certainly wouldn't be counting on this antidote to make money.
Everyone fell silent, and even Huang Dou, the person involved, could only keep sending pleading comments in the live chat.
Seeing this, Li Lechen realized he couldn't escape this situation. The saying, "I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me," might be applicable here.
So I posted a comment: [@GreenPrince, are there any conditions? Tell us and let's see if we can meet them.]
Lin Sen was pleased that Li Lechen had jumped in at this moment, so he quickly responded, "I'm looking for you @ChasingTheWindBoy, I need you to open the portal!"
"......"
I can't believe this guy has such a good memory. It happened several days ago, and he still remembers it because he was refused to open the portal.
It's understandable, though. Lin Sen didn't have any other requests; he was just resentful that the streamer in the exclusive zone hadn't opened a portal for him at the beginning.
If Lin Sen made other requests, Li Lechen could try to find a way, but he really couldn't make a teleportation portal because he wasn't at the right level.
I'm not high enough level to open a portal, so please change your condition.
Li Lechen had no choice but to speak frankly. If he didn't, the more than three million viewers watching the streamer die from poisoning would probably kill him with their criticism. Besides, he had seen people die from fruit acid poisoning before, and Li Lechen truly couldn't bear to see anyone die like that again, even if it was through a screen, even if it was two thousand years later.
Lin Sen was somewhat surprised, but it was also within his expectations, so he said, "Then I want rice, five hundred kilograms of rice, and at least a thousand grains of paddy."
Indeed, Lin Sen still harbors resentment about the last time Li Lechen made sweet potato porridge, which cost him money but brought him no benefit.
Five hundred kilograms?
Li Lechen felt that this was an astronomical figure for a student like himself. Five or fifty kilograms would be so-so.
I can't produce this much rice; all the rice in the exclusive area combined wouldn't amount to this much.
Li Lechen was already quite adept at talking about exclusive zones; he could make anything sound real just by casually mentioning it.
After seeing this comment, Lin Sen breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "In that case, fifty kilograms, one hundred grains of rice."
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